Ikarrii

I remember Olympus, shrouded magnificant
a rare earth privacy, our people always liked the cold -
it's the air up here, clearer cleaner
the thoughts of the teeming, a slash of smoke in the dawn
a candle-vigil set about a Feasting table
the Later-days they'll say, of Cair Paravel let to ruin
when a soldier tumbles through
and our temple-mount, the royal-seat that time
is rendered under a begger's dust, a matyrs cry to
detonate the inner sanctum and bury my cold
high place - an archeology of debt and a seeping
snap of lock and pick and chisel
make me whole, a 3d scan of my insides
revelling digital intimacy, a
demi-mode modelling agency for dryads
that's the coke way right? the neat dark
interior, the blocked up passage, a King-tut
dig, the threat of curses, the dark thrill of
looting your skulls baby
so I'll throttle-stop thunder nightmare,
rain a fire on unbeleivers, a good old fashioned
flood
break the high walls of Uruk, smash the Ianna Temple
fuck Ishtar, fuck her like a swan...
that's how you'll know us, Bull-formed
savage, stinking of cave-sweat, carcass - deer skin,
we're fallen, for now...